Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.